After re-watching episodes 64 and 65, my opinion of the Ninth has dropped. Significantly. Good job Timoteo. A+ parenting right there. I dislike you more than Iemitsu right now. I hope your recovery is long and hard.Â
There are just some things that donât quite add up in the Varia arc so I did some digging and paid closer attention to the in between pieces of dialogue throughout the anime and manga. After lots of pondering, Iâve decided that this is basically how the REAL story behind how the battle against the Varia came to beâŚ
You appeared in a purple cigarette smoke, wrapped in confidence. Before you, Kyoko said to herself life was fine, life was good. After you, she remembered she dreamt of being a ballerina. Dreamt of being in general.
Pairing: Kyoko x Fem!S/O
Warnings: suggestive in the end, corruption route for Kyoko, sapphic decadence and girls being girls. A tad bit angsty, topics of failing in life and broken dreams mentioned.
A/N: she deserved to shine, but you know how it goes - Amano is awful when in comes to girls, they end up being background paper dolls. I kinda enjoy (no.) that she actually had a flame, wanted to be a ballerina or a badass policeman but ended up being a classic trope of a prize girl to save. So here we are. ĐМаЯППи song here about crying at the rave is for the win. Cause you can cry for you are feeling bad. Or feeling very nice.
Actually, now I want to write full nsfw headcanons for this, help.
Kyoko always floated at the edge of Namimoriâs spotlight - like a pale cloud that never caught the sun fully.
You appear in her orbit like lightning in a violet sky, leather, smoke, the faint hum of danger in your smile.
Their first words are teasing sparks:
âDo you always walk like you own the night?â
âOnly when the night is worth owning.â
That line lodges in her chest. She begins to see herself reflected in you, but fractured, as if sheâs been a mirror with no reflection until now.
Kyoko, in private, still dances. Not on a stage in Paris, not under lights in front of a cheering crowd - but in a silent, empty room, the only audience being the shadows on the walls and the only music being the cracks of her broken dreams.
Her ballet shoes are worn, her pointe aching, but she spins anyway, letting her broken dreams bleed into the air with each pirouette.
Sometimes, in the mirrored wall, she sees herself as she once imagined: a ballerina in France, free of anyone elseâs expectations. And for a heartbeat, that version of her exists again.
One night, after a long day in the streets, you stumble upon her in the dim light of an abandoned practice room, the air heavy with dust and longing.
Sheâs mid-spin, tears streaking her cheeks, hair loose, arms aching yet beautiful in its fragility. You donât interrupt. You just watch, mesmerized.
When she notices you, she freezes, breathless:
âI didnât think anyone would see this side of me.â
âIâm glad I did. You dance like fire trapped in a cage.â
Over time, ballet becomes more than memory - itâs resistance. Her pirouettes and arabesques, once delicate and restrained, now carry a sharper edge, influenced by the intensity and chaos of your world.
You encourage her to push further: harder spins, more dramatic leaps. Her movements become both a homage to her old self and a reflection of the bold, dangerous life sheâs slowly embracing.
Occasionally, she invites you to join, not in ballet, but in the shared rhythm of adrenaline and music in dark rooms, the way your presence changes gravity around her.
Ballet is her silent rebellion. The music in her head is a mix of remembered classical scores and the bass from distant raves.
She spins under moonlight or neon haze, hair whipping like a storm, her body slicing the air with dreams that canât be fulfilled - yet still, she refuses to let them die completely.
In your presence, she dances even more fiercely, as if her old dreams and her new dangerous life can coexist in fleeting, beautiful collisions.
Between pirouettes and stolen moments, she whispers to you:
âI wanted to be a ballerina⌠or a policeman catching bad guys. Instead, Iâm this. But when I dance, itâs still me. Still the me I dreamed of.â
âThen letâs make this version unforgettable.â
You take her hand, and for a moment, the world feels suspended - the mafia, the chaos, all outside the door. Only you, her broken-but-beautiful ballet, and the quiet fire between you.
Friends notice the change in her confidence - the grace she carries even in danger, the subtle sharpness in her posture.
No one suspects the ballet in the empty rooms, the way sheâs reclaiming a piece of herself that mafia life tried to steal. Only you know, and you never let her forget how fiercely alive she is.
Slowly, Kyoko starts wearing color like itâs sin: dark reds, violet streaks in her hair, eyeliner sharper than a blade. You notice.
At first itâs small, nervous things - biting lip at a neon-lit rave, trying on studded bracelets. You smile knowingly, passing her a glowstick:
âYouâd look good in chaos.ââI⌠want to try.â
Friends notice. Gokudera squints. Tsuna drops his fork.
âKyoko? Thatâs not⌠her,â they murmur. She doesnât answer. Sheâs busy learning how to taste fire without fear.
You take her to a clandestine rave in a warehouse hung with clouds of fog and drifting neon petals. The music pulses like a heartbeat, your hands always brushing hers.
You trace a finger down her waist, and she laughsâa sound sharper than glass, sweeter than danger.
âYou talk like a poet for someone who carries guns.ââPoets die, and guns⌠they survive. Maybe youâre both.â
You teach her subtle rebellion. She flinches, then smiles when her reflection looks back: leather, ink, violet streaks in her hair.
Your conversations are sharp, intimate, full of tension and teasing:
âYouâre too reckless.â
âAnd youâre too beautiful to resist.â
Kyoko blushes, but her blush is different now - burning, proud. Youâre dangerous; she wants to be dangerous too.
She comes back in a cherry haze dream, your hot lips sticky with thick shimmering gloss as her sinful secret.
The crew notices her shift. Kyoko smiles at them, sharper than before, words laced with an edge theyâve never heard.
She doesnât deny it. You taught her that change tastes like cigarettes and starlight. That she doesnât have to wait to be rescued.
One night, beneath clouds of smoke and strobes of violet light, she turns to you.
âI canât stay. Tsuna⌠the town⌠theyâre suffocating me. I want to breathe, and I only breathe with you.â
You pull her close, neon petals drifting over your shoulders like snow:
âThen take the leap.â
She does.
Kyoko leaves behind the life that made her fragile. But the departure is messy, whispered rumors and shocked stares.
Sheâs gone. The world calls it scandal; you call it poetry. In the warehouse, the clouds of smoke remember her footsteps long after sheâs vanished.
Here, at the rave, flowers
They gave to you, they gave, but you
Stayed silent - and let, let your tears
Flow - they will come, sadness at the rave,
flowers.
Kyoko, once a pale cloud drifting behind Tsuna, now roams like stormlightâuntethered, electric, dangerous in her own way.
Your bond is fire and fog, laughter and shadow, and those who saw her âbeforeâ canât quite reconcile the Kyoko they knew with the tempest she became.
The warehouse is a blur of neon clouds, strobing lights, and the pulse of bass that feels like it could split the ribs. Fog curls around your ankles, drifting upward, catching the flashes of violet and silver in Kyokoâs hair. Her jacket hangs open just enough to reveal the black ink of tattoo curling along her wrist. Silver hoops glint in her ears as she steps closer, eyes wide but fearless.
You feel the gravity of her presence - the danger, the defiance, the girl sheâs become. The Kyoko who once dreamed of ballet and policing, of safety and structure, is gone. In her place is fire: bold, piercing, alive.
âI couldnât⌠not follow. Not you. Not anymore.â
Her voice is a tremor of desire and fear, a fragile edge beneath steel. You donât answer with words. Your hands find her hips, fingers brushing over the curve of her tattoo. She shivers under your touch, but doesnât pull away - she leans in, letting her lips press against yours.
The kiss is electric, sharp, full of pent-up longing. Her hands trail up your arms, memorizing scars, tracing the outline of your shoulders, tugging you closer. You taste neon and sweat and the faint scent of leather. The bass thrums through both of you, and for a moment, the world outside - the mafia, the dangers, the consequences - doesnât exist.
She arches into you, a silent plea, a surrender that is both wild and tender. You slide your hand along her jaw, tilt her head, and deepen the kiss. She tastes like rebellion incarnate, like smoke and wine and nights too dangerous to exist on paper.
âI want this. I want you. I want it all.â
Her words ignite something deep in your chest. You pull her closer, letting your bodies mold together amidst the swirling fog and fractured light. Every flicker of neon reflects off the silver in her hair, her piercings catching the glow like tiny stars. The tattoo on her wrist presses against you, a map of the boldness sheâs claimed, the woman sheâs becoming.
Hands explore, breath mingles, and for a heartbeat, everything is intimacy and chaos, softness and sharp edges. You guide her to lean against a stack of crates, the floor cold beneath your feet, neon reflecting off the sweat on her skin. Her lips never leave yours, her hands clutching your jacket, pulling you closer as if letting go would undo her entire existence.
She gasps, and itâs not just pleasure - itâs freedom. Each movement, each touch, is a claim: she is hers now, hers in this stolen, electric moment. The Kyoko who waited quietly in the background is gone. The Kyoko who dances ballet alone in empty rooms, who once dreamed of France, is still there - but now she is fire and storm, alive in your arms.
Eventually, the world intrudes. The distant echo of the mafiaâs streets, the responsibilities she canât yet escape, tugs at her. She breaks the kiss, eyes shimmering with neon reflections and unshed tears.
âI have to⌠Iâll come back for you. I canât not be with you.â
She stumbles back, violet streaks of hair catching the strobe lights, eyes glinting like a promise. Then sheâs gone, disappearing into the fog, leaving your hand outstretched, your chest burning, and the memory of her fire lingering like smoke you canât chase.
You stand alone, the warehouse thumping around you, the faint smell of leather and neon in your clothes, knowing that when she returns, the storm that is Kyoko will no longer be a pale cloud drifting behind anyone. She will be herself - and yours.
After reading your soft Xan thing (super cute I'd love to request more if possible đ ) you don't think he would ever hit his s/o do you? I've seen a lot of xan and s/o and they're always like "he loves you BUT you gotta have excellent dodging skills lolol". I don't think he would, like the thought wouldnt even cross his mind if he truly loved someone and vice versa
I am totally preparing some more soft and poetic Xanxus (spoilers: him and brutalist architecture) xoxo
I kinda remember this type of headcanons and I canât help but hate them. a lot. Maybe itâs my ick and im too radical, but even as a joke/silly imaginary headcanons/fanfictions I donât like this at all, I hate abuse or disrespect in any form đđđ
Disclaimer: I totally donât judge people who imagine Xanxus like this, he absolutely could be such a prick in real life, but life is already horrible, so I myself prefer to imagine my 2d anime hasubando as a better person, plus Xanxus gives off a huge vibe of a very loyal beast person.
Now letâs get to the TEDtalk, im going to explain why I think so <:^)
It is very important who his lover is: a part of mafia or a civilian. I actually love to write his S/O as someone outside of mafia, because thatâs how Xanxusâs true softness shines through.
Lover outside of Mafia
This dynamic is very different, but donât get me wrong, it is even more serious. Because hereâs something Xanxus doesnât show otherwise:
Vulnerability.
Itâs such a contrast to his world, and while Xanxus brushes it off as a âcivilians are too weak to handle mafiaâ, there are more layers to this that even he doesnât admit or even doesnât realize. His lover is innocent, most of all, softer and peaceful - something that he doesnât admit he craves.
It is a woman, whose name is said like a prayer, whose fragile soul is a holy symbol, and he is a pilgrim of her sacred body. He is war, a shot before the scream. She is the quiet after gunfire.
Also fight me on this: Xanxus has a special place in his heart for his mother. And there is somethingâŚ.something about it that I cannot even explain properly. He is still a violent man, but stillâŚwhile mafia is a rotten place and a rule âwe donât touch children, women, and innocent in generalâ is just a fairytale for an imaginary moral code to sell people and make them believe that mafia is something driven by honor and family, Xanxus would be the one to actually follow this rule. And thatâs because of his mother - there is something very small but warm inside of his heart left by her. Xanxus does act softer for civilians, and especially women; sorry for my sexist language, but I meanâŚâŚâŚ..you respect your lady, okay??? He didnât want to taint them the same way mafia ruined his mother
Xanxus is brutal toward those who challenge or disappoint him in his world of war. A civilian or someone untouched by Mafia politics is outside that battlefield. To harm them would be like attacking something sacred or fragile.
Heâd see them as his. Possessive as he is, he likely wouldnât tolerate anyone else hurting his lover, and by extension, he wouldnât do it himself. It would violate his internal logic of ownership and protection.
It would remind him of what he hates. If he ever hurt them like that, it might make him feel like his father or the other hypocrites he despisesâsomething he subconsciously fears becoming.
He might still yell, withdraw, or show frustration through cold silenceâbut thatâs different from throwing something at someone emotionally significant. That would be a line even he wouldnât cross unless the relationship was broken beyond repair.
Lover in Mafia World
Okay, forget about âuwu sexist Xanxus feels soft for civilian womenâ, now we get the real gender equality: Xanxus hates everyone equally.
But being serious now, he is indeed harsher with mafioso s/o. Here you have a terribly hard goal - earn his respect. Respect is not something Xanxus gives lightly. If he acknowledges someone as an equalâor even close to itâit means theyâve proven themselves in blood, fire, and survival.
Where others flinch, she meets his gaze like a bladeânot to cut, but to reflect the monster he refuses to name. She is the battlefield he does not scorch, the war he cannot win, and the only one he would bleed beside without shame.
Itâs unnecessary. He doesnât need to assert power over someone who already knows where they stand with him.
Itâs wasteful. Xanxus is not an idiot (but we can argue about it) and is calculated beneath the rage. He doesnât waste energy on gestures that don't serve a purpose. Throwing a glass at his lover might weaken their unity, whichâby his logicâweakens him too.
Trust. For someone like Xanxus, whose past is built on betrayal (his hatred for the Vongola bloodline, his resentment of being passed over), trusting someone is an almost sacred act. To harm that person impulsively could feel too close to betrayal.
He might be rough, curt, or even cruel in toneâbut he wouldnât cross the line into meaningless violence against someone who stands beside him in the battlefield.
In both cases, what stops him isnât kindness or restraint in a traditional senseâitâs Xanxusâs warped sense of loyalty, respect, and possession. He doesnât show love the way normal people do, but for someone he truly cares about, he directs his violence outwardânot inward.
And I wrap it up with a simple life rule, that Xanxus absolutely can be related to:
Your partner is your choice, and if you donât respect it - you donât respect yourself.
Your xanxus content is peak we need more soft Xan đŠ
Soft Xus is something we didnât know we deserve đđđđ Iâll be dropping a bunch of snippets soon, get some small spoilers from my notes, tee-hee
I love Xanxus being humorous gremlin :>
<âŚ> âYou never say anything sweet.â
Xanxus didnât even look at you. âI havenât shot anyone today. Thatâs romantic restraint.â
You blinked. â...You realize normal people say things like âyou look beautifulâ or âI love you,â right? Not âI didn't commit a felony.ââ
âI didnât say I didnât commit a felony,â he corrected, still not looking at you and somehow sounding offended by your statement that he wasnât involved in a crime for a day. âJust didnât shoot anyone. Big difference.â
You dropped onto the couch beside him with an exasperated huff. âYouâre impossible.â
âWrong,â Xanxus said flatly, taking a sip. âIâm iNeViTaBlE.â [!!write something sharp, this sounds like heâs 14 and this is deep wtf man!!] <âŚ>
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You poked your head into the doorway of his office, where he sat in his usual spotâslouched in a throne-like chair, boots on the table, whiskey in one hand.
âYou remember what day it is, right?â you asked, cautiously hopeful.
Xanxus didnât look up. âYeah. The day the Romans executed people.â
âNot that part.â
A beat of silence.
Then, with a grunt, Xanxus reached under his desk and tossed a box at you.
You caught it, suspiciously. It was heavy. Metal. A weapons case?
Inside you find a gleaming, tactical knife with a heart-shaped handle. It was sleek, beautifulâand absurdly over-the-top. You examined the blade. There was an engraving near the hilt.
ââŚIs thisâdoes this say âif you touch her, I will touch your spineâ?â [!!lmao come up with a better pun!!]
Xanxus smirked. âSpineâs a good pressure point.â
âYou engraved a violent threat onto a Valentineâs Day gift.â
âThatâs restraint,â he said, deadpan. âI wanted to add diagrams.â [!!you should cut away this part, not fun at all idk!!]
Hello boo-boo really love you works so muuuuch soft Xan is life đŠââ¤ď¸âđâđŠâ¤ď¸ I see you use artist trope in self indulgent hcâs, does this mean ur artist?
sup baby, thanks!! Iâm glad you love those even those my typos are insane, sometimes I reread what I wrote and I lose my mind other those lol
I wouldnât call myself an artist (sounds too big and grand, you know), Iâd say art connoisseur or wannabe-artist
Iâve done this idea for the first time when I was 11. Iâm almost 24, I still have my self-insert as a Varia cloud with quality illustrations and comic strips hidden in a secret folder. I will not apologize for that, I will go âno one understands Varia dynamic like I doâ mode.
In short: I fucking live for Cloud guardian ideas, itâs as if this spot was purposefully left for fanbase to fill.
Iâve had a request in my ask a long ago for how Xanxusâ S/O and Varia (Squalo especially) would deal with his death. Iâve almost finished this and shit did i cryâŚâŚ..(I did. A lot)
It shouldâve been a regular bulleted headcanon list, but me being me, Iâve made this into a full-ass fanfiction with betrayal, grief, revenge and Squalo getting not-platonic with her. not sure if it was worth it. gawd đ
Xanxus is so gentle with you that no one believes you. Ever.
Warnings: Xanxus is so sweet it is disgusting.
A/N: hey, listen, i WANT to write for other characters too, but i love my boy so much, he lives rent-free in me head, ok? My ask is opened btw, i want some stupid ideas, thank you.
⥠He keeps one of your hair ties around his wrist, tucked under the sleeve of his jacket. You left it on a nightstand once, and he has never given it back.
⥠He speaks softly to you. Not quiet. Raspy, low murmur like you're so fragile and breakable. It stuns you so much, especially when it follows after he has been barking orders at his subordinates.
⥠He strokes your hair when you fall asleep on him. Threads his fingers delicately - as much as someone like him can be delicate - not to wake you.
⥠He doesn't anyone touch your gifts. If you give something - even small - it goes to his personal quarters, untouched and guarded like a treasure vault. You think you can gift him a bead bracelet and he still would treat it like a jewelry.
⥠He doesn't say your name often. But when he does, when they are alone with their naked souls - it sounds low and thick with unspoken emotion and reverence. Spoken like a prayer on a broken man's lips.
⥠He once brought you flowers. This was a special once - the first time he actually gifted you flowers personally, with one rose being burnt a little. He found and you've pressed it in a book. One day you found it laminated between glass. It's somewhere lying between his work papers all the time.
⥠He doesn't ask questions, when she's having a bad day. He sits beside you like a silent guard, offering a mute companionship. You will speak when you want to, he can wait.
⥠He memorizes little things you do and like. He never makes a shot out of it, but he has that trait of observing everything. He remembers your favorite song and the way you take your tea. It doesn't have any practical purpose - he just...does that.
⥠One day you have found a plush keychain on your bag, looking like a dissatisfied lion with a little crown.
⥠He never forgets to say goodnight. Even when apart, he finds a couple of seconds for you. You always get a gruff, "Sleep well, woman" through a phone call before he crashes.
⥠He brushes a kiss over your forehead when he thinks you are asleep.
⥠He has your photo somewhere there. There is your polaroid in his work notebook attached to paper by a clip.
⥠He secretly panics when you're hurt. It's so simple with others to deal with - he just doesn't - but he never knows what to do with you. His voice is sharper than usual, "Show me where. Now."
⥠Xanxus wasn't like that in the beginning, and these relationship had some ups and downs. He never said it out loud, but deep down he wants to be better than the Ninth - not because he wants forgiveness, but because he refuses the history repeat; because you've convinced he deserves to be happy and you've shown him that. If he's going to have someone love him. he wants to be worth that love.
⥠He doesn't know how to soft with himself, but he is learning how to be soft with you. He started to let you hold his hand without pulling away. Even if he's hesitant and stiff, he still allows that. Maybe he cannot be soft with himself, but you can do that for both of you.
⥠One day he realizes that. Nothing happened, and it wasn't a special day. It was just you among his guardians, the most casual evening one could think of. But that's when it clicks - this is what it feels to be loved without having to fight for it. And it terrifies him.
⥠...He bought you a house. A real one, not the soulless estates with empty luxury he used to have for the sake of owning them. It is the one someone can call home. A place where one could live away from the bloodshed. You couldn't believe him until he threw you the key and mumbled, "Don't expect flowers." He gifts you flowers.
⥠One day you have been playing truth or dare. Lussuria bombarded you with a bunch of personal questions, where you revealed that Xanxys often kissed your knuckles. Everyone considered that the funniest joke of the evening, and Squalo's throat was sore from all the laughing. No one believed it to the point they all thought is was a very good mockery. Xanxus does love your hands though. Small, soft and delicate but hardworking with some small scratches and calluses - just the way he sees you. He loves your touch, and yes. He leaves kisses in your knuckles all the time. After that truth or dare game you always giggle when he does that, and Xanxus is still puzzled to what has happened.
⥠When you leave small and stupid sticky notes, he doesn't throw away some of them. There is an old one in his wallet with a short "I think of you", that you have written him in the very beginning of your relationship.
⥠He has never been good with words. He told you, "I don't know how to do this shit, but I want it to be real. I want you" like it was the most difficult thing in the world. And you kissed him like is was the easiest thing in the world.
⥠He finds himself smiling at your laugh, the way you tease him, and has a hard time controlling it. Like he is not Xanxus of all the people. Like he is not terrifying. It's so stupid. It's so good.
⥠You once said, "You do not have to be angry to be strong." It's so idiotic in his eyes, but for you - only for you - he tries to believe this.
⥠He wants you. He wants morning with you. Dinners with you. Stupid arguments those dumb couples have. A future that isn't build or revenge. His life has always been scripted, everything has been decided for him, and he went with that. But now he is confident he wants something that is born of choice. His choice.
Snippets (not really connected) of you both being pseudointellectual snobs. Xanxus likes classics, you like suprematists and other stupid things he doesn't.
Warnings: some suggestive and violent themes, swearing, nor beta-read; self-indulgent, S/O has specific traits. some references are quickly explained right in the text lol just in case, they are marked in a red color. not specified how he met the reader and i dont care much
A/N: first of all, I love to headcanon Xanxus being a fan of classic and very expressive art, and second of all, YES this is a very self-indulgent + YES its Xanxus again + i don't care + L + ratio, at least i had fun. Actually there is also "Paint me azure" with Squalo in my drafts, please please please let me know if i should keep it with an artist s/o or switch to some other artistic skill </3 or maybe that idea is a really bad one to begin with lol
Some would say art for Xanxus is merely a bullet hole in a canvas, but they completely miss the point that he in return to that statement would himself a Lucio Fontana of the mafia world.
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Being raised in a high-society - he would say that word with a snort though - he is around art a lot, and you should give credit to Timoteo who tried to educate his son and open all the possibilities no ordinary man can ever afford.
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Xanxus has such a delicate soul. Like a silk string, tense and easy to rip. Sometimes daydreaming about dying a poetic death to be remembered for generations. "What an artist dies in me", he mutters expressively while smoking a cigarette on a balcony viewing the old Venice.
Quote on an Emperor Nero, said before he died. Known for tyranny, cruelty and debauchery, he had a big passion for art. And still he proved himself as a good ruler until he devolved to despotism and cruelty after his mentor died. Nero delved deeper into art, forgetting about his duties which led to his demise. Emperor found out he was going to be assassinated and said the quote before slitting his throat. Does Xanxus see himself in Nero? Maybe he doesn't want to but he does. A lot.
After that Xanxus laughs. He will not die.
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Xanxus is inevitably intertwined with death. He remembered seeing Caravaggio as a child. A big canvas looking at him threateningly with an unknown feeling of dread, leaving deep red in his memory. Latter works beckon him with the despair hidden in them, and this was the first time in life Xanxus was left...breathless.
Being the famous artist Caravaggio is, his life was filled with tragedies due to his aggressive character. He was exiled from Rome after killing Tomassoni and in the end, though there are a lot of rumors, historians are convinced he was killed by Tomassoni family in revenge. His works after the incident noticeably shift tone.
Xanxus realized he likes burgundy.
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Xanxus develops a taste in a bold art. Something aggressive, not afraid to challenge the viewer. He likes gems that shine silently, being able to catch the eye only of the knowing one who understands its value, not a colored glass attracting every fool with its...vulgarity, i'd say. Xanxus loves himself too much to be surrounded surround with anything but the best.
Still not an "accepting modern art" level of bold art but he will go there if he wants or not.
You haven't considered yourself a suffering artist. It's easier to day that you are not the artist than to spend all the money you have on a way too expensive materials to profit...nothing. You could leave that a little cozy dream to achieve in life - to have a small studio of your own.
But for now you can appreciate the art of the greatest. Or so you think, because a bored Xanxus accidentally turned out to be in a museum right next to you in contrary thinks you're an idiot.
"You're looking at a fucking black square", he says almost disgusted for no reason.
"Well, you're looking at me looking at a black square. Who's better?"
Xanxus barks a laugh.
"What's the point though?"
"You want a boring one or a funny one?"
"I'm too sober for a boring one."
"Imagine it's like...a background of a Caravaggio painting. You're standing your back to the main painting and looking at the blackness. You know what I mean?"
Xanxus smirks.
"Let's go."
"Where?"
"I need a shot before I hear your other bullshit."
A manifesto. Suprematism being the new step for the philosophy of things - exploring not the outer shape but the true meaning of it. A simple square being the beginning of all shapes. "A quadrangle", you call it. "It's a square, you idiot", Xanxus tells you. The first name being the quadrangle because there were no right angles to show a dynamic form in a static quadrangle, you explain. Xanxus doesn't answer not knowing if it's fucking stupid or equally genius. Black square for economy, red for revolution and white for a pure action, which one would be you?
"Red", Xanxus says confidently.
"Why not all of them? If you mix them all...let's roughly say it's something pretentious like burgundy".
He likes that. Why choose when Xanxus can have all. And he likes burgundy. A lot. Maybe he even could like suprematism with your bullshit. He doesn't like economy at all though, but the sound of having all at the same time is good.
Xanxus has never gave a shit about architecture. His architecture is having a lavish house and a comfortable expensive bed to fall asleep after too much drink. Or work. Or both. Not long ago having you in the bed naked was added to that wish list.
But "never have a shit" doesn't equal to "never knew".
"I would make a fucking impluvium in m'house", he lazily gesticulates a square while comically standing in the center of your small apartment which, you feel, has Xanxus as a pretty much a resident. You're not sure how to hide an absurd ton of alcohol from your visiting family and friends or what to do with his sour strong cologne trail. But should you bother at that point?
"Why?", you snort.
"Why the fuck not?", he moves closer with hand in his pockets and jokingly threatens you. "To be filled with the blood of virgins or sum, duh".
Your laugh fills the room, and Xanxus feels at peace. Sort of, he still doesn't have an impluvium filled with the blood of a hundred virgins.
Xanxus is fully aware you are an artist of a huge potential. He pretends he didn't see your albums here and there filled with his sketchy portraits, and deep down he can't understand how you...like him so much? How you notice small useless things to the point of learning exact pattern of his scars and somehow also add some shitty sappy poetic-my-ass comparisons.
So judging that he was expecting something pompous of you for his birthday, especially after his "Just do me all cool in a suit, naked whores here and there, dead Sawada on the wall instead of a tiger skin and Squalo on his knees.", and still he is convinced that is going to be your life masterpiece, a magnum opus.
But here he is, Lussuria showing him an unpacked painting of... a burgundy square. Some of the guests starts whispering that it's some mockery.
"Boss, it's a square of all things?"
"It's a quadrangle, you idiot".
Just in a couple of days there is a bullet hole in the painting, but you would be not a xanxus-said-idiot but a real one to expect something different from your pretty extravagant man.
No matter how hard some people try to hide it - Fran was too late with his illusions, Lussuria was scared for your "soft" heart and it feels like even Squalo has some pity towards you - you're still here, looking at the ruined canvas with...not sadness.
"I like that", your eyes shine while looking at whatever you can call it now. "Ever thought about Lucio Fontana? He was the first one to use canvas as a piece of work itself, not as a base for the art. Aggressive and not afraid to challenge the old ways, isn't that Xanxus as a whole?"
"He used a sword to cut the canvas, duh!" Squalo screamed while taking his leave clearly being offended with that comparison.
Since that day if someone says art for Xanxus is merely a bullet hole in a canvas, but they completely miss the point that he in return to that statement would himself a Lucio Fontana of the mafia world.
He doesn't give a shit who he is and doesn't understand whatever the hell he did. but at least rich idiots believe when he says it's some extremely expensive unique art piece.
Xanxus, squalo, s/o, in bed together, three of them, NSFW, if you catch my drift wink wink
Wanna drink?
Pairings: Xanxus/Reader/Squalo
Warnings: NSFW, threesome, actually not that detailed description of sex?? Both of them being big meanies, making you cry. Reader is female and implied as Squaloâs partner. Not proofread
Notes: Iâm a whore for those two, nuff said. There is no action between Squalo and Xanxus sexually but you knowâŚâŚ.i might get there one day, I lost my shame
Squalo, who actually has the idea to get you wasted. Xanxus, who, being a dick, on purpose chose the strongest alcohol he certainly knows you cannot handle.
Squalo, who thought it was naughty fun and games, having no idea Xanxus has been eye-fucking you since the first day he saw you, and the idea of railing his captainâs woman till her brain stops functioning drives him crazy.
And such apoor small thing, you, who notices their wild competitive glances at each other â they both are to make sure that there is only one name you are going to remember that night.
Xanxus, who is such a bully, grasping your neck and whispering those tears inducing insults in your drunk vulnerable head - being so much of a cheap whore, letting go of all your principals. You want to finally feel a real man, huh?
Squalo, who canât help but feel a soft spot for you, lightly biting your skin and whispering how good you are doing for him, donât even think about this dickhead, yeah? Until his pride takes the best of him, and he claws your tender body, certainly leaving bruises, and pushing your body over the edge like never before. He does not care for nowâ he will kiss those better later.
You are so-so stupid with your eyes rolled, throat hoarse and cheeks all tear-stained, that you donât notice Xanxus pushing your body closer to his from behind, your back burns from his touch and pushing your head back with your hair messed in his fist for a kiss. Only for Squalo not to let him, stealing all the sloppy kisses from your lips. Maybe itâs for the best how blurred your vision is, because you would lose your mind knowing how those men fighting for you.
Everyone felt at some point that morning after that would beâŚawkward. And maybe it would be a breaking point in your relationship with Squalo. You were the first one to leave, even though your body was ravished and aching in the most pleasant way, causing a burning sensation in your stomach, and the twisted morality of what happened is making it so much better but it shouldnât be that way, right?
Itâs almost at night you see then both, right after waking up from extra sleep with your body still not recovered.
Squalo, who puts his hand on your lower back until it travels to your thighs, and he scratches the bride from the last night, making you squirm. âTold I would kiss those better, yeah?â, he lowly growls in your ear, giving it a small bite after.
Xanxus, who licks his lips way too invitingly, and comes your way. You feel your arousal growing just by his threatening slow steps towards you, and his huge figure towering over your small frame â leaving you a prey having nowhere to go with captain behind.
Have I ever requested fluff Squalo prompts? But if youâve already wrote that you can skip this
Fluff Squalo promts
Notes: im a fucking animal and forgot where Iâve got those promts đ I also tried to get AI to fix my disgusting grammar but looks like it doesnât want to correct my swears so deal with with and cry with bloody tears. Idk if those are good tho, Xanxus ones were smoother to write
Warnings: swearing, OOC, not proofread I die like I die. A little sad drop in the end. Basically thatâs it, just shmoll everyday stuff
⢠âStop hugging meâ
⢠âI canât hear youâ
â˘âIf you donât stop hugging me, Iâll make sure you wonât be able to use your hands againâ
"Stop hugging me," Squalo growls, because you are being such a pain in the ass, and he needs to do a ton of the stupid paperwork instead of his boss, because apparently Xanxus is in a depressive episode again.
âDid you say something?â, you mumble in his neck, and Squalo shivers a bit, which makes you smile. "I canât hear youâ.
"If you donât stop hugging me, Iâll make sure you wonât be able to use your hands againâ.
âAw-w-w. Will we have matching prostheses?â
Squalo, being an awkward dork he is, blushes even at this, but doesnât say anything anymore.
(WHAT IF WE BOTH CUT OUR HANDS OFF UWU)
⢠âYou. Me. Friday night.â
You are lucky to get the attention of such a man out of all the people in the bar. Tall and strong, sharp face features with wild eyes almost hunting you like a prey, and hair - oh, his hairâŚ
You feel you heartbeat in your ears, when comes your way, and a smirk appears unwillingly on your face. Some people eye after him, and you just know they want to be in your place.
âYou. Me. Friday nightâ, he slams his hand on the table, as is not even considering you refusing the offer.
âFor fucks sake, Squalo, we are already datingâ.
His loud wheezing laugh is everything but hot.
â˘âYou smell nice.â
Context to this: in one game Squalo has a quote âBoss threw a pot of meat at me. Iâve washed my hair for three times but it still smells like a soy sauceâ (or smth like that) and complains about his hair falling out
You sigh in defeat at a comedy of the situation: Squalo got just a day off in quite some time and you havenât seen him in hours becauseâŚhe has been in a bathroom. Four times, to be precise, and every time his hair dries, Squalo, being a clean freak he is about them, gets hysterical, leaving to watch them again.
âYou okay, babyboy?â, you look at him with all the desperation in your eyes.
âThe fuck you say-â
âBabyman?â
âVOI!â
You stroke his wet hair as you pass by, just to see a bunch of white strand stay between your fingersâŚway too much to be healthy.
âYou sure youâre okay?â
Squalo doesnât even respond, getting so uncharacteristically quiet and pale as a chalk you could believe itâs an impostor.
You smile awkwardly as you sense a faint smell of soy sauce. âYouâŚsmell niceâ.
And you are unironically terrified as Squalo still looks at you completely silent with an empty void in his eyes.
âItâs fine, Iâll help you wash them this timeâ, you kiss his cheek, absolutely not implying Squalo is surprisingly pretty shit at taking care of his hair. âYou just need a vacation to relaxâ.
âYeah, I should consider thisâ, he presses his cheek to yours.
âYou are vacuuming the floor today thoughâ.
Squalo screams in your ear and feels guilty after since you didnât hear anything for three days.
â˘âAs if I could forget your birthday.â
â˘âI was looking forward to seeing you all week.â
You know Squalo is busy, to say the least. And you knew what youâre getting into with him, no way you are trying to blame himâŚBut it still stings a little bit, knowing he is away on a mission, mixed with a never ending fear in the back of your mind that you can never see him again.
You jump at a metallic dinging in the door interrupting a suffocating silence, and run straight to it after hearing loud cursing you know all too well.
Squalo is disheveled. You donât even think about presents and all that triviality when he is beaten up, battered, his hair dirty and all over his face and so out of breath.
He smashes the door loudly behind him, leans against it and tiredly sighs.
âDid you come here right after the mission?â, you canât help but smile widely.
Squalo smirks and chuckles, âAs if I could forget your birthdayâ.
You almost throw yourself in him, pretty sure he would fall if not for the door, and Squalo hugs you tightly in return, almost suffocatingly tight.
âI was looking forward to seeing you all weekâ, and he sounds soâŚ.quiet, as if shy.
Squalo is glad you keep hugging him and bury your nose in the crook of his neck, because he doesnât want you to see his way too happy and lovesick smile.
⢠âYour eyes are so blue.â
Squalo is very loud and actually very chatty but still veryâŚdistant. Even for you, which makes you anxious often enough. He always needs alone time for a bit and you can hear metallic sounds - even resting and âclearing his headâ for Squalo requires something useful to do, and obviously what can he enjoy more than his swords?
But sometimes heâs justâŚsilent. You can swear he just looks at nothing and smokes way too much again, and you canât remember how it resolves, because by the times Squalo âreturnsâ you are asleep, and in the morning usual Superbia is back on track.
âYouâre not sleepingâ
âYeahâŚâ you know getting up for work in the morning will be a bit of a problem but here we are. And maybe it would be better to stick to your usual schedule than seeing himâŚlike this. Because your heart aches.
Squalo has his hair all over, and it was supposed to be a ponytail somewhere in the morning. He smells like tobacco so much, and his eyes are red from being awake for so long. Hell, he even doesnât have his prosthesis on, which is a huge thing for Squalo - he has some shtick, not letting anyone see him without a âmissing partâ.
âYou okay?â
âYesâ.
âYou sure?â
Squalo eyes dart right through you, but all he does in return is bite his lips, not answering.
âI justâŚthough I could helpâ, you sound almost scared and meek, not knowing how far is too far. âYour eyes are so blueâ.
You do not have the courage to look at him and the continuing silence is scary. What is surprising is that Squalo justâŚ.looks at you with eyes open wide and very stupidly confused.
âMy eyes are greyâ.
âThatâs not what I mean, you dummyâ.
âThen why should they be blue?â
In two minutes regular Superbia is back and you regret this, because he is screaming at the top of his lungs that âbeing blueâ sounds fucking stupid and shouldnât exist.
But next time Squalo inevitably becomes too depressed and uncertain in his life he is sure to hint you thatâŚhe thinks his eyes are blue. Just a bit.
If you're still doing it I can't wait to see the prompt with squalos s/o being buds with Xanxus đ
Squalo's S/O being buds with Xanxus
Pairings: Squalo/Reader, Xanxus/Reader (PLATONIC)
Notes: yes. absolutely. i live for those two idiots. This one is long af compared to Xanxus' one and I can't explain why. But I had so much fun with this, Xanxus is a soulmate in a bro-ish way????
Warnings: good ol swearing, brief mentions of sex (not much really), probably OOC and terrible english (ur not my teacher ha ha)
⢠First of all, holy shit thatâs impressive?
⢠Second of all, must be mentioned that Xanxus kindaâŚ.doesn't see women as friends? He looks at them sexually right away. Or so he thought
⢠Third of all, Squalo gotta be terrified
⢠Fourth of all (that's a lot of counting) Squalo situation is not having any drama as Xanxus' does, he is a pure comedy gold and so is his relationship with you. That's what no daddy issues does to you, but what do i know
⢠Not comedy as if a clown comedy, but a good harsh bri'ish comedy - insert Utopia reference. Squalo is more than confident in you since you obviously date for some time for him to move in with you and therefore reveal you to his boss.
⢠I'll tell you a secret btw, Xanxus probably guessed he has you because Squalo is a loser cuck and started to act differently.
⢠I think Xanxus doesnât give a shit enough to just bust into Squaloâs apartment for any stupid reason as if itâs his own. So if you at least havenât heard of him as your boyfriendâs boss, youâre going to meet him in person
⢠Xanxus coming up and breaking your door just to nap:
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⢠Squalo never told Xanxus where he lives, that bitch just knows
⢠Never in his life Xanxus expected to see one day a shmoll girl there and not hear screaming at the top of oneâs lungs. He still says Squalo is a fucking virgin loser femboy ugly ass haha lol lmao, he canât be deprived of those shitty jokesâŚ
⢠I mean it, Xanxus can get pissed seeing you too being lovey-dovey but I'll expand this drama later
⢠Xanxus is basically your adopted stray cat, deal with it
⢠Squalo won't say this out loud or says this very...covertly and probably insults you along the way, but anyways he really appreciate you dealing with all that bullshit. He does indeed value strong character - you don't need to wield a big sword or shoot a gun, but going through his path even though you can be confused or scared means much. He knows a lot of cowards who can shoot a gun, so...Squalo looks much deeper than that. Shark, ocean, DEEP, get it<<<<<<</////??????? I'll see myself out.
⢠He is lowkey terrified but...also chill? Unlike Xanxus, he doesn't overthink (at least not much). He of course draws a line at some things - at first Squalo was really mad at his boss staying...alone....with you....at you house (he is jealous) cause Xanxus is immoral bitch and would try to fuck you if he wants to.
⢠Also is you start gossiping or making fun of him with Xanxus, holy shit Squalo is quick to start raging. It's one thing to gossip and laughing at some bud, but doing so about your partner is a huge red flag for him. If you have any problems. come straight to Squalo he is an adult and prefers just discussing problems.
⢠Well, Xanxus also will certainly not respect you for trying to spill out your bullshit on him and talking shit about his captain. He has standards. (And not because he is a little uwu girl and actually deep DEEP like ocean bottom deep cares about Squalo)
⢠âThe fuck happened here?â, Squalo is on edge, to say the least, seeing stains of blood around the apartment and you cleaning it with a clearly annoyed expression
âSo your boss-â
âMy boss?!â
â-got over againâ
âAGAIN???â
⢠So, the situation: Squalo, as a person who values trust in relationship the most, is really pissed (sadâŚ.) youâre keeping the truth away from him, and you, thinking heâs aware his boss is chilling around sinceâŚ..well, Superbia is his right hand, makes sense?
⢠You didnât know about their burning hate for each other. Gotta be jealous, his love to you will never be as true, fiery and emotional as his undying HATE!!!! for Xanxus
⢠You screaming âget a fucking room, deepshitsâ when they start arguing again
⢠You probably got Xanxus with an insult. Obviously. Sorry, youâve signed a pact, nothing in your life will be normal again, just like your boyfriend (heâs a little unstable. Just a little)
⢠Xanxus havenât been around your house for long - leaving more work for Superbia and leaving right after, quickly patching a quick wound and stealing alcohol, of course
⢠Youâve been quieter than a mouse, thinking you shouldnât be involved in Squaloâs business, but one day Xanxus was noticeably not feeling good, ready to pass out, soâŚyou helped him obviously
⢠Xanxus being Xanxus didnât thank you, got pissed because air was too warm for his liking or smth and was whining that actually you did a poor job tending his wound
⢠âBitch, I will kill you in your sleep?â sent him away, he honestly found this hilarious (weâre talking about your audacity here)
⢠You got a chuckle out of him, whick you didn't think about much at first, but a Squalo's shocked expression said everything. You can be proud
⢠Lowkey Xanxus doesn't separate you two together in his mind, you both are a one Superbia homunculus in his mind. Maybe that's why Xanxus with Squalo's s/o feels so....included for all three of you compared to other way around lol
⢠Even your jokes are on the same line istg
⢠Xanxus feels even...bittersweet.
⢠He is...kinda cautious? He knows Squalo is capable of getting out from the devil himself (remember how may times he "died" in manga lol), but you...well...he double checks every visit. Xanxus is very brutal and, unbothered and nonchalant but very smart. Makes sure no one is on his tail.
⢠Don't get me wrong, it's not in a sweet family way, but you kinda start having dinners together? Both are bitching around but you notice in the end they start having a human conversation instead of their regular unga-bunga
⢠Xanxus likes this
⢠Xanxus feels home
⢠Unlike Squalo, he can't show his devotion to save his life, so you just know there is a "useful friend of a friend that can solve some problems with a call". But I'll tell you, Xanxus will double-check if something is serious, not just throw problems as subordinates.
⢠Mafia is not flowers and sunshine. Those two have had a conversation "what to do if Squalo dies". Xanxus probably threw a glass at him and said to not be an idiot, but he didn't say no. You're the first person he can call at least an acquaintance, so...
⢠Well, that counts when we talk about older Xanxus, I'm sure he is mellowed out by that time (+ just enough time for you and Squalo to establish your relationship)
⢠He's not the type to get over at 2am if there's a problem lol. Maybe he can miss a call cause he's a heavy sleeper. But if anything, you have his subordinates at your place.
⢠He will teach you to drink. Will laugh his ass off when you fail to beat his ass at drinking competition again and Squalo is having a heart stroke on the background
⢠Xanxus will turn you in a copy of himself just to piss ofs Squalo lol
⢠You learning his mood by the intonation he says 'trash'
⢠Also you calling him janitor or sum in return. Varia horrified you dare to do this, and Xanxus laughing. He still shoots your way though...
⢠If you're not Italian, you MUST teach him swearing on your native language. Also tell him if there is any local alcohol (of course)
⢠"Yeah, I teached him coupla words", you laugh, looking obviously happy being a useful friend and having a surprisingly cozy chat with Xanxus.
Squalo is very confused by that. "What the fuck, but he DOES know this language already?"
⢠I'm sorry but so many sex jokes. Xanxus doesn't give a shit what you do there in the bedroom (until you invite him over ahaha joke unless), but he's going to be a little shit
⢠Xanxus is 12 yo btw.
⢠"Can you suck him off so he shuts the fuck up or smth?"
⢠LITERALLY LOOKING AT SQUALO "NO BITCHES????"
⢠This idiot fools around sometimes and throws 9-yo-school-bully insults lol
⢠"He said he wants to marry /insert random woman name/ when he grows up". 25+ y/o Squalo looking at him just:
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⢠I hope you two have a cat. Xanxus will feed it. Raw meat and everything a fluffy boy shouldn't but it's Xanxus we're talking about. Literally a teenage edgy teen "ITS NOT A PHASE MOM" at your house.
⢠Naps on your bed ONLY to leave hiss smell of tabaco, whiskey and a heavy cologne. He 100% heehaws thinking about this - Squalo will NEVER be able to have sex if there is reminding him of Xanxus, like an instant turn off. You always try to complain to Xanxus about this absurd situation but start laughing to the point of crying, Xanxus becomes HYSTERICAL at these moments.
⢠He will teach you how to shoot. Usually he just drinks there and says you're pathetic while you try. But he keeps inviting you himself, so....Xanxus is a little sappy shit. You only use Squalo's photos as a target, so you get sad a bit and probably tell your boyfriend afterwards. He will say he wants to kill you both or smth.
⢠Xanxus bringing you ideas in your bed. "Hey so you can tie him up and beat to death as a foreplay".
⢠He will make you rank up bodies of other women he finds hot. Also if you're a girls' girl, Xanxus will ruin this completely. Basically like "just by looking at her tell be if she's a bitch"
⢠Xanxus enjoys if you talk shit about someone cause he is the same way.
⢠He will drag you into his shitty gang ideas. If Squalo could go gray-headed again, he would.
⢠Squalo looking at you both beaten up anf almost getting caught by the police: "why are you like this."
⢠To be honest, you may be having a serious talk with your man. Squalo is unironically worried, he did a LOT to keep you away from mafia but here you are. If you are very good at convincing (20 CHA lol), he can just a little bit become convinced that you getting hardened can be useful for mafia life "just in case".
⢠Also MAYBE he can notice the influence Xanxus has on you. Feminine clothes change to leather jackets and grunge, your knuckles even being bloody way too often, you may be smoking more frequently. Squalo is kind of chill with you finding you identity, but if you start wearing feathers in your hair HE LOOSES HIS MIND
⢠Xanxus will personally train you, if you ever discover your flame. They will have a fight about this with Squalo.
⢠Xanxus is proud of you tho. One day he will say this, I'm sure
⢠People know your bond, they know he does appreciate your opinion even in Varia business, and even anything happened he knows Varia is in the right hand - Squalo is more than competent and there is a little angry copy of himself so Xanxus' spirit always haunts Vongola till the end of time. hehe
⢠You are a badass little sis. He has never had a family, but that...feels nice.
Notes: I love his so much I wanted to cry while writing this. He is OOC and Iâm not sorry, I truly believe big scary characters have the softest souls.
Warnings: OOC, not proofread at all, English is still not my native language (maybe one day idk I way told you gotta drink a potion for that), sweating as always, a droplet of sadness
â Always giving the other the first bite of their food
You think Xanxus is bitching again. Maybe itâs all about an almost shoe cook for the reason your man himself couldnât explain, but who could be sure. He is creaking the plate with a fork messing his untouched meal, and you swear to god are trying to be patient.
You mutter under your nose and get back to your phone, leaving Xanxus alone with his mood swings.
Until you feel something touch you cheek - too hot and too good smelling to be his lips or tongue.
âThe hell are you doing?â, with a confused gaze you look at Xanxus holding out some steak piece on a fork.
âShut the fuck up and eatâ, he doesnât sound irritated as usual though, more likeâŚpassive. Even calm you could say, but Xanxus is never calm, right?
âIs my man pampering me?â, you cannot help but smile, especially pointing out those words he oh so much likes, and shake your head coquettishly.
âJust making sure my food isnât poisoned, bratâ, Xanxus answers with a slight smirk that doesnât go past your eyes.
â Keeping a few of their favorite snacks in the house for when they visit
Xanxus is not domestic at all. A bit whiny cat that comes by your house from time time for the longest time. At least thatâs what he thinks, after some times you notice Ок is around your apartment more times than he is absent, which allows you to find out some of his habits. Sleeping on a specific side for example. The way Xanxus keeps bumping your leg when he wants you attention orâŚhim having the sweetest tooth in the world.
It started with a cheesecake. You didnât pay much attention, because eating everything in your house and leaving is pretty Xanxus, to be honest here. But then you see that only certain sweets disappear, it feels as if a very big scary bulky mafioso visits you just to steal candies. He, it seems, enjoys something on a lighter side, not too sweet - cakes with fruits for their little sourness, bitter coffee flavored chocolates. He does indeed enjoy pastry and âfancyâ patisserie goods but hates caramel, to this day you wonder why.
You have to admit, getting cakes almost on a daily for Xanxus does bite your wallet - just imagine, this almost two meter high thick man eats twice as much, if not trice, as you.
âYou like lemon cheesecakes, huh?â, he occasionally asks while passing by. âYou ass gonna become fatâ, he threatens you with his finger, and you smirk at his humor despite him having a deadpan usual face - you just feel when he is in a frisky mood.
âYou like thick ass, donât you?â
Xanxus barks a laugh in return
âI think I want to try a matcha cake roll from the new bakery nearbyâ, you nonchalantly add, smugly looking at his broad back.
âI think you want a rosemary lemon one.â
âWhat makes you think so?â
âCause you like the taste, idiotâ.
You look at Xanxus checking his gun and getting ready to leave and canât help but smile way too fondly for your liking.
âYeah, I think you are rightâ
Xanxus used to have caramels as a child - very rarely, and his poor mother surely tried her best despite her condition to find at least a couple of them hoping to make her son happy just a little. She used to hide them all around their place, and Xanxus didnât even realize it was her, being proud with his detective work and annoyingly sniffing around. It didnât feel the same with Nono, maybe the blood and tears spoiling the taste despite the unthinkable about of money his father could and would throw his way. But itâsâŚfunnier with you. Because Xanxus can again play a smiffing all around detective and find a delicious prize there. You are not dumb and certainly catch something with your foxy witty eyes and mischievous smile and jokes here and there but keep playing along. This small game puts Xanxusâ torn soulâŚat ease.
But you shouldnât know any of that, he will selfishly keep memories of his dear mother to himself the same way he did with those caramels, and sometimes he can feel pouty because you will never understand how much this small gesture from you means to him.
He doesnât eat caramels though. Brings back bitter memories.
â Kisses. on. the. tip. of. the. nose.
â Zipping or buttoning their jacket for them
Xanxus is already a pain in every place possible and he makes sure he is the biggest one all the time. Itâs not easier in the slightest when he is injured and getting angry because of his lack of autonomy.
You look at his swearing - which is feting louder every second - and thin your lips, not sure what to do. Yes, he has said some rude words to you. Yes, you know that your feelings matter, but realizing where Xanxus has his mood come from softens you.
You sigh in defeat, looking at his pathetic attempts to button up his shirt while having one of his arms is broken - even putting in on was a sight to see, to be fair. You donât say a word and donât even look up at your partner, buttoning his shirt with a frown but being so delicate, as if you can hurt one of he most dangerous people around.
Xanxus doesnât object a bit, patiently - which is an achievement for him - waiting for you to finish, and here you both are just silently standing here and not moving anywhere.
You look up at Xanxus and he rolls his eyes in return as if not to look at you on purpose.
Your heart sings just by looking in his eyes and you cannot help but stand on your tiptoes and cup his face. Kissing the tip of his nose, you smile at his wincing face and leave one more kiss. And more. And more. Until you finally leave your butterfly touch on his lips.
â Waiting until they safely reach the front of the door or get inside before driving off
Xanxus has been trying to show heâs serious, starting with driving you himself instead of sending a chauffeur, and you are glad he sis this. Both of you feel comfort in a shared silence, his hand rubbing your hip or even nipping sometimes so you donât fall asleep, is so hot to the touch it almost burns your skin. Xanxus doesnât like when you get to your house, because he doesnât want to let you go, and he doesnât give a shit you have certain needsâŚlike sleeping at night.
Every time you walk out of the car, he does so too, and you never understand why since heâs not the one to give a hug as a goodbye - making out in the car is pretty much enough.
âWhy are you keep standing there when I go home?â, you ask one day.
âSmoking.â
âOkay.â
You get out of the car, and Xanxus does so too again. He puts his hands in his pockets, no cigarettes visible anywhere and knowing his shitty humour you are certain that was one of those dumb jokes.
You go to the building and turn around before entering and you see Xanxus drilling a hole in your back with an intense gaze.
âHey, my house could be very dangerous too, you never knowâ, you start, and he lifts his brow. âMaybe you just start staying overnight?â
Xanxus grins.
â Doing their makeup for them
Sleepy Xanxus is a sight to behold. His dve is still wet from the water - he hasnât even used a towel after washing his face and even cuter you find him unable to even open his eyes, wrinkling his nose and muttering some curses with a hoarse voice.
You cant help but smile and squish his cheeks - non-existent basically because he has pronounced masculine cheekbones but you are she with the amount of candies he is going to get those eventually - and Xanxus growls.
âI will murder your family.â
âLove you too, babe.â
With a loud growl Xanxus buries his nose in your neck while you try to understand how his feather accessory is supposed to be attached to his hair.
You are not sure, but by the time you finish you think he has fallen asleep again. You just kiss the back of his head and entwine your hands around his shoulders.
Before shaking him violently with all the strength you have.
I love your headcanons! I'm glad the khr community is still active no matter how small đ
Thank you!!!
Yeah, Iâve been pretty much obsessed with khr (squalo and uno especially) since 12 and now Iâm likeâŚ..23. Canât let all that time just go away, khr makes me happy đĽ˛
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